I believe I will think if this poem often during those quiet morning hours when I am able to enjoy my bird-feeders. I love this idea.
Working the black keys, elegant particulars of the dark, pulse! Gratefully.
Nothing extraneous. A succinct relating of a lovely concept.
There it is, as if painted on a canvas. I write poetry and wish I could do it like this! Thanks.
Beautifully crisp and shining. A seed of thought cast out for us to notice and reflect.
Joe sees beauty in the tiniest things, and often others miss what they need to see. Look up at the stars, look down at the drunken bee at your feet! Precision and heart on the page.
A gorgeous poem.